so's you wouldn't be doin' anyt'ing crooked here."

"Thanks," said Lorry, drily. "We shall try to conduct ourselves
discreetly in the city."

Probably a quarter mile farther down the narrow, level street
they came to the bazaars, the gaudy stores, and then the hotel.
It was truly a hostelry to inspire respect and admiration in the
mind of such as Sitzky, for it was huge and well equipped with
the modern appointments. As soon as the two Americans had been
given their rooms, they sent for their luggage. Then they went
out to the broad piazza, with its columns and marble balustrades,
and looked for Sitzky, remembering their invitation to drink.
The guard had refused to enter the hotel with them, urging them
to allow him to remain on the piazza. He was not there when they
returned, but they soon saw him. On the sidewalk he was arguing
with a white-uniformed police guard, and they realized that he
had been ejected from sacred precincts.

They promptly rescued him from the officer, who bowed and strode
away as soon as they interceded.

"Dese fellers is slick enough to see you are swells and I'm not,"
said Sitzky, not a bit annoyed by his encounter. "I'll bet my
head 'at inside ten minutes old Dangloss will know who you are,
where you come from an' what you're doin' here."

"I'll bet fifty heads he won't find out what we're doing here,"
grinned Anguish, looking at Lorry. "Well, let's hunt up the
thirst department."